White Van Man

Hurry up! The white van man's outside
Gesticulating heavily through his windscreen
Talking to him is like drawing blood from a stone
And yet our mutual intelligibility is awe-inspiring.

He was born into the boiler room of the world
And quickly had to think out of the box or die
Becoming an anchor of society he knows the ropes
Knows the Balanceakt between total and utter contempt
and hit and run.

They run you down you tell me
Steal the eyes from your head
Com'on, get a move on
We can't keep him waiting.